Walking through the corpse of reality feeding the fiends of everlasting bliss.
the devils right hand caressing every layer of insanity as it follows every kiss.
she dances in front of i bleeding for my lust.
temptation stroking every muscle, my soul begins to crush.
drunken and beginning to tire.
no longer fighting any urges of desire.
touches of her flesh this devil is mine.
forever inside her we are one of a kind.
in a room of corrupt mirrors and misled thought.
no worries or fears i no longer rot.
